I like you. I mean I actually, like you. I realized it a while ago and I’m not thrilled because I already know that I shouldn’t. I can’t. I won’t. There’s no happy ending that could possibly come of this – not even a half decent one.
You’re just too unavailable. Emotionally unavailable. Physically unavailable. Simply unavailable. Or is it unattainable? Either way, I know that I can’t like you. And there are many reasons as to why you’re not a possibility, but do quantity and details really mean that much?
Yes, I really like you, but I can’t.